She sits across the table,
same glass table as it was last night.
Says, Mr. Why am I so alone?
I do feel smothered inside.
Some go to church to confess their own misery,
or to find the light and where it leads.
Now push the gates to the heavens above and give them wings,
dear Lord,
so they can fly high like doves.
So that the way you want it is the way that you get it.
And the way you get it
is the way that you want.
She says, will I ever be able
to relive my life,
to find the best of the worst and turn
it into what's right?
Now take a minute or two while you are here,
redeem your soul,
caress your fear,
and push
the gates to the heavens above and give them wings,
dear Lord,
so they can fly high like
a dove.
So that the way you want it is the way that you get it.
And
the way you get it is the way that you want.
Of all the things you soon start to miss,
what's a slow tune without a lover's kiss?
A sweet embrace, feel your heart pound.
Now the days are gone and the darkness surrounds.
Out on the road
in the night somewhere,
flies your ghost that tells you to beware.
That the way you want it
is the way that you get it.
And the way you get it
is the way that you want.
Yeah,
the way you want it is the way that you get it.
is the way that you get it.
And the way you get it
is the way you want it.
Is the way that you want it.
The way you want it, baby.
The way you want it
is the way that you get it.
So the way you get it is the way you want it.
The way you
get it,
if you want it,
come get it.
Forget it.
The way you get it.
The way that you want.